I’m excited to have found my house. And daunted by everything that is involved in actually buying it, getting it ready, and moving. I’m making lists like a fiend. Deciding what to pack and how, what to sell, what to give away. By the time I get moved I’ll have been living in this little trailor almost 5 years. I have a five year old, a two year old and two cats. I’ve got somewhere around 2,000 books. I’ve been too busy to deal with alot of the baby stuff J’s outgrown. I only have 16 hours of vacation time left so if I’m lucky I can make myself a 4 day weekend for the most of the move. I should, atleast, have a few weeks of overlap between when I get to start getting in and when I have to be out.
But finally, my children and I will have some place that is ours. I can improve it to my heart’s content. I’m already thinking about flooring and paint, finishing the garage to make another room, buying a big freezer, putting in a dishwasher. It comes with a baby tractor I’ll have to learn to operate and maintain. PB’ll love that, we get the garden tractor. I want to put up a good fence and plant an honeycrisp apple tree. We’ll put up the little wood swing set and slide my mom bought for the kids when one of her friends moved. Someday I’ll build a nice covered porch and put a swing on it. J can have the Winnie the Pooh decals I took off the walls when my sister bought her house. PB can have is own room to keep his big kid toys in.
There won’t be as much space for my books, I’ll have to cram them all into my bed room. There isn’t any grass (yet) for the kids to play in. There’s alot of things I’ll have to learn to do myself. After all, I won’t be able to just call the landlord anymore. I’m hoping to convince my brother to help me with somethings and teach me about others. I don’t even own a ladder. I have some small tools.
I’m scared, I’m worried, but oh, so, happy. We will have a home. It’s a little home, just right for PB & J and I.